to do today

[maderr]

*write something, for the love of god
*mailing list
*work a bit on website
*clean up desk/study


Okay. Those are manageable goals.

Speaking of websites, have decided to start my lessons in css by creating a geniuses site. So you peeps give me stuff to put on it ^_~ Pretty please. I wonder if I could con Nepenth into making a picture for the main page, hmmm.

Frack I wish it wasn't Monday. Fame and fortune can't come soon enough *snort*

I am seriously in the mood for brotherslash >_> And sacrificey stories. Sam, I blame that one entirely on you. This will have to be pondered. After the other twenty bajillion things I'm supposed to have finished by now. And I still have SMP story to write. Where have my musese gone? They're all quiet and it scares me.

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[rykaine.livejournal.com]

I wasn't really paying attention, either. I just sorta rolled all those paragraphs into one thought and then got confuddled and went... she's kidding me, right? hee

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Heh. Somehow I don't think my premise would have worked well for your story. Your god doesn't strike me as quite like this:

"That looks uncomfortable," the man in a loose black shirt and breeches commented idly. "Why'd they tie you up?"

Naked and tied with rough rope to the stone altar, (Robin?) gaped at the stranger in disbelief - welll, as well as anyone could gape tied naked to a stone altar and barely able to turn his head. "I'm the sacrifice."

"Oh." The man blinked. "So why did they tie you up there? If I were a a sacrifice, I'd demand a nice chair, nice glass of wine."

Robin's gape was rapidly turning into a glare. "Who the hell are you?"

The stranger shrugged. "Just passing through to pick up a couple of things. Would you like some help getting down?"

"Sure, why not?"

***

Bwahahaha. I need to tweak that, it could be worth something. *grin* Thanks, you're helpig me write again.

Let's try this again...

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

's part of my confusion. 'Cause I distinctly recall your laughing at me my telling you the plot, and it in no way resembled what you described. You were so fucking with my head.

haha! OMG, I only wish I'd thought of that. But alas, mine is slightly... angstier, I think. You need to do more with it. Like now.